While I was with the boys serving at the homeless shelter, this little love went to West Philly and played with children in the housing projects. One of the chaperones sent me this and it melted my heart. This girl has a heart for children and Jesus.
We came home from the trip with 6,978 loads of laundry and wonderful memories of serving together as a family. Not even 36 hours after we got home, Mike and I were headed down the interstate to Kingsport for my third surgery on this ankle. The ankle saga of 2018 has taught me so many lessons but here I am one day post-op and it hurts. Sigh.
So I am so thankful for the wonderful memories we have already made with David's good checkup so far, our amazing trip to Philly, and lots of family time. I am not thrilled to be back at square one with this stupid ankle, but I know our God can take everything and make it good:) He is so faithful!